Diaper Sorority
Part one
My first year at a small private California college was as uneventful
and dull as you can imagine. I'd received a full scholarship to the
all-girl school shortly before my high school graduation in the Midwest.
I was looking forward to the change of pace and the California weather.
I was going to miss my family, but I wasn't going to miss my boyfriend
or any of the other goons from my home town, that's for sure.
I'd lost my virginity as a high school junior but found sex with high
school Neanderthals boring and brutal. The best sex I had was
masturbating in the shower or in the privacy of my own bed. I was
genuinely hoping to find a more exciting sex life in California. But
after my first year in college, I was very reluctant to return. The
campus was fine, quiet and rural; the classes academically challenging;
and I'd even made a few friends, but my sex life was even worse now that
I shared a room and a bathroom in a dorm.
Back on campus for the start of the second year, I was seriously
considering moving home. Over a beer one night, I was confessing my
depressing life to my friend Carrie when she suggested I check out her
sorority. "It's a blast and I think you'll love living at the house,
it's great. The girls are very supportive," she rambled on.
"Yeah, but will improve my sex life?" I said.
"You'd be surprised," she countered with a wink.
I knew most of the girls in the house from classes and such and they did
seem to be a tight knit group. At this point I was ready to try just
about anything and I think Carrie understood this.
On many occasions over the next several weeks I partied with the 15
girls and met the house mother. I eventually pledged to the sorority.
Little did I know my life was going to change very shortly.
Pledge week was the usual list of services to the house and campus and a
few stupid but fun prank-like activities. Come Friday night was the
sorority's "Slumber Party" and my final initiation. Another pledge, a
first year girl from Florida, and I were to report to the house early
that afternoon in preparation and for room assignments. Greeting us at
the door were two seniors, dressed to kill, short leather minis and
leather halters barely containing their ample breasts and very sexy
fishnet stockings. I don't know what I was expecting, but my
anticipation was rising with every minute. The house was dark and we
were immediately blindfolded and lead deeper into the huge sorority
house. Immediately we were pledged to complete and unbending obedience
and stripped of our clothes.
The next thing I know, I'm being washed by many sets of hands in a warm
bubbly bath. Nervous and stiff at first, offended by this invasion, I'm
told to relax and let myself go. Soon, soft, gentle fingers and palms
are finding their way into every crevice of my body, slowly and
methodically massaging my most sensitive parts, stopping just short of
bringing me to climax. During several intervals, I'm ordered to drink
tall glasses of what tastes like iced tea. Soon, my head is swimming and
I'm feeling quite light headed but incredibly relaxed.
Still unable to see anything, I'm lead from the bath and gently dried.
Someone lays me down on what feels like a warm, slippery sheet and soon
another set of hands is spreading warm oil over my vagina, slipping in
and out of me with two and three fingers at a time. Then I feel a warm
blade whisk my pubic hair away. I'm washed again and oiled again. The
tea begins to fill my bladder and I ask if I can use the potty. I'm told
that all Delta "babies" never use the toilet and I'm to put it from my
mind.
The pressure is building as I squirm under a dusting of what smells like
sweet baby powder. Gently, my legs are lifted above the sheet and I feel
a cool, soft cloth being slipped under by bottom. As the thick cloth is
drawn up between my legs I realize I'm being diapered and hear the snap
of diaper pins secure the cloth around my middle. Next, I hear the
unmistakable rustle of plastic panties (as a babysitter through high
school, I changed more than my fair share of diapers including my little
brother's who wore diapers until he was six years old and at night until
he was 13).
The panties were pulled in place and I could feel the diapers bunch
around my incredibly hot crotch. As I was lead away I could feel my
bottom waddle and the wad of cloth rub my already steaming pussy. My
nipples had stiffened to attention as soon as someone began bathing me
and they had stayed rock hard. I could also feel the pressure in my
bladder building, desperately telling me I needed to relieve myself.
Soon, another pair of hands was dressing me, pulling something light and
lacy over my bare breasts, rubbing my super sensitive nipples
incessantly. I was then ordered to down yet another glass of tea. Within
minutes I was pleading for relief, "Please, please let me use the potty,
I have to pee very badly."
No answer as I was left standing who knows where. "God, I'm going to wet
my pants," I could hear the other initiate plead. And then It happened
to me: I could feel my warm stream rush into the diaper, spreading
through my crotch and over my shaved vagina. The feeling was
unbelievably delicious as the tepid liquid rushed from my bladder,
spilling up and over my newly sensitized pubic area. I couldn't believe
how excited I was wetting my panties as my juices mixed with the pee
gathering in the seat of my diapers. Still blindfolded, I took a few
steps to steady myself when the bunch of the wet diaper rubbing against
my throbbing clitoris and the plastic panties slipping and sliding
between my legs sent waves of orgasm shooting through my body. I nearly
collapsed in exhaustion when I felt a supporting hand ease me to a bed.
The blindfolds were removed and in the twilight of the room I saw all of
my new sorority sisters watching me with amused approval. On the other
side of the bed, lay Claire, the other initiate, breathing hard, wearing
a very sexy baby doll, a matching pair of pink plastic panties and her
own bulky diaper, stained dark yellow with her accident. I looked at
myself and saw I was wearing my own little baby doll nightgown in pastel
blue that did nothing to cover my own baby print waterproof panties and
sopping wet didy. In minutes, we were being changed and new dry diapers
were pinned on while as many as four sets of hands lovingly caressed our
bodies, massaging my hard nipples as no man had ever done!
With dry diapers in place, we were then ordered to diaper all the rest
of the sorority house. Each girl had her own thick diapers and we were
encouraged to oil every vagina and every bottom generously before we
pinned the thick cloths between each girl's legs. Each girl also got a
pair of baby panties slipped over their diapers. My head was spinning, I
could hardly believe what was happening here, watching 15 girls become
transformed from mature, educated young women into cute little toddlers.
Some of the girls preferred little sleepers over their diapers while
others wandered from bed to bed socializing with nothing on but diapers
and baby panties.
When we were done, Claire and I were ordered to change any of the girls
who had an accident but we were cautioned not to wet ourselves under any
circumstances. Within an hour most of the girls were wet and already
been changed once. I looked over to Claire and saw she was again
squirming noticeably, trying to hold back her pee. I, too, was beginning
to feel the pressure and I knew it wouldn't be long before I couldn't
help myself. Of course, all this activity and the threat of unknown
punishment and the mounting pressure of my bladder made me incredibly
hot again, my fluids alone were enough to dampen my diaper. Finally,
Claire, crying she couldn't hold it any longer, stood in front of
everybody and flooded her diaper. Watching the wet, yellow stain fill
her crotch and seat made me lose complete control and soon I was wetting
my own diaper. Once we were discovered in wet panties again, the house
president, a gorgeous, leggy junior ordered us on our knees, "Do you
know what happens to naughty little girls who wet their panties?" she
asked.
"They get spanked," she said. Standing again in front of my new sisters
again, our baby panties were gently pulled around our ankles and the
second in command proceeded to spank us through our wet diapers and it
hurt. Enough so that Claire started to cry and didn't stop until she was
re-diapered and one of the girls nursed her with her breast while she
was rocked back and forth.
The rest of the night was spent wetting our diapers, changing the others
when they wet theirs and indulging in absolutely sinful sex during and
in between. At one point, two of the girls held me down during one
change while another girl wrapped her tongue around my clitoris. Right
before bed time, Claire and I were given baby bottles with chocolate
milk. Drifting off to sleep I could feel the slightest pressure in my
bladder give way to a thorough wetting. I felt just like a little baby
girl, secure in her diapers.
Part two
By morning, I was soaking wet and Claire (who was a bedwetter anyway)
had overflowed her diapers and baby panties and wet the bed, leaving
soggy yellow stains. After breakfast and some more fooling around, both
Claire and I were diapered and given skimpy little outfits that barely
covered our diapered bottoms. In fact, when I sat down you could see my
diapers pressing against the elastic leg openings of my baby panties.
Then we were sent off to the nearest public Laundromat with all the
sorority's soiled diapers and plastic panties to wash and fold.
The humiliation of possibly being seen dressed in diapers let alone
washing this mess was strangely exciting to me. I think Claire was also
enjoying the "danger" of being caught. Combined with the feeling of the
thick diaper rubbing between my legs, the slippery vinyl panties made
the slightest movement stimulating and my diaper was becoming damp all
over again. About half way into this chore I felt my stomach begin to
growl and soon my bowels were stirring unmercifully. Bending over a wash
load I turned and looked at Claire who was a little pale and squirming
all over the place. "Oh my God, I have to poop real bad," she whispered
to me with growing urgency. "I know, me, too," I said, "we better find a
bathroom."
We both looked around the Laundromat and the only bathroom was padlocked
from the outside. I was straining to hold it in and Claire was almost
crying again, afraid to take even a step. Then I saw her kind of twist
and do a little turn and the look of panic in her eyes told me
everything I needed to know. Within seconds I was rocked with a violent
bowel cramp, took two steps toward the bathroom and felt a huge, wet
poop squish between my cheeks, creep up my butt and fill the back of my
diaper. Two more cramps and I was finishing up with a rush of wet potty.
Claire looked just like a toddler, waddling with a big mess in her
pants. To add insult, two guys wander into the Laundromat ready to wash
their clothes. They hardly put their stuff into a washer when it became
very apparent that both Claire and I had pooped our pants. I have never
been so embarrassed in my life, walking around trying to finish the wash
(folding big stacks of diapers and such, no less) with a huge wet mess
in my panties squishing around every time I took a step.
Luckily, we were close to finishing when two of our sisters walk in to
"help" us. "What's that smell?" said one in a loud voice.
"I think our babies have pooped their panties," says the other.
"Well, we better get them changed, don't you think?' says the one, and
in no time they've got Claire laying down in the back on a folding table
with her diapers off, cleaning her up. By this time the guys are in
hysterics watching us get our wet, poopy diapers changed. The so-called
chocolate milk we drank the night before in our bottles was loaded with
laxatives and this whole thing was planned. With fresh diapers on and
the laundry done, we headed back to the sorority house.
Next it was a trip to the local mall. In the company of two more
sorority sisters, we purchased all sorts of very juvenile sleep sets and
other clothes. We were made to try everything on which meant stripping
to our diapers and baby panties, sometimes in common dressing rooms. In
the middle of a kid's clothing store (Claire was a tiny thing and still
fit into all sorts of little girl style clothes), the laxative finished
its job. I didn't even pretend to fight the urge this time, letting the
poop pass freely into the seat of my panties. When I was finished
pooping, I felt the flow of warm urine fill my crotch. Within minutes,
one of my escorts noticed the aroma and, right in the isle of the store,
lifted my skirt up and checked my diaper. I was taken back to a fitting
room and changed right on the floor from a supply of diapers one of the
girls was keeping in a large diaper bag.
With the weekend coming to a close, I was bummed about having to go back
to wearing regular panties. Just the thought of diapers and plastic
panties now made me quite juicy and I came to regard diaper changes with
charged enthusiasm. Plus by Monday morning, I wasn't sure I could be
trusted out of diapers. In fact, almost half the sisters wore diapers
24-hours a day and everyone was required to sleep in diapers and plastic
panties or disposable diapers (your choice).
House rules also included a changing regimen that proved to be quite
interesting. You were not allowed to change your own diapers even if you
were soaking wet or thoroughly messy. Each week a number of sisters were
designated nannies, we all rotated shifts, and only one of the nannies
could change a dirty diaper.
Each girl had her own style and there were always sexual implications.
Nannies were completely in charge; we were to obey at the risk of
discipline if we misbehaved. If time didn't permit a full interlude, you
were always teased, keeping us fully charged most days.
While some of the girls were dedicated lesbians, most of us used this as
a release until relationships could develop with men outside the
sorority. However, diapers were required on all dates. I still remember
my first real date after joining the sorority. I had been flirting with
a produce guy at the local market since arriving at school. After
months, he finally asked me out. The first date ended only with a very
passionate kiss good night. But the second date got very interesting.
After dinner and a movie, I had thoroughly soaked a thick diaper under a
cute little pair of pink plastic panties. After the movie, we drove to a
remote part of the campus and started making out and petting pretty
heavily.
Brian was a seasoned, considerate lover and easily the best male partner
I'd experienced since starting school. He was all over me but in a
gentle and highly erotic way. He fondled my nipples and gently stroked
my breasts until I was creamy. Then he stuck his hand up my skirt.
I'd forgotten all about my special underwear. It took us both a minute
to grasp the reality of the situation. I was so used to being fondled
wearing wet diapers and so involved in the moment, I hadn't given his
advances any special consideration until he suddenly whispered to me and
asked me what I was wearing. I couldn't lie but I couldn't talk either.
So I just lifted my skirt to show him.
Even in the relative darkness there was no mistaking my bulging diapers
and the shine of my plastic baby panties. He just grinned a little and
went right back to rubbing me through the baby panties.
"Let's see if baby needs a change," he said after a few minutes. I was
highly aroused and hardly in any position to deny his advances by now.
As he gently slipped his finger under the elastic leg opening of my
panties and stroked my wet ass I was mentally begging him to screw me.
"Looks like baby needs a change," he said as he firmly grabbed my left
ass cheek and smoothly moved between my legs to my dripping vagina. In
seconds, my skirt was up around my waist and he was slipping my baby
panties around my ankles. The soft aroma of wet diapers was driving me
further to the brink as he unzipped and unbuttoned his own pants,
revealing to me his own excitement. As much as I desired him inside me,
I wanted to show him how grateful I was he didn't go running from the
car the minute he realized I was wearing diapers. Admiring his stiff
penis and gently stroking his balls and pubic hair, I swung around and
licked his dick repeatedly, finally placing the entire shaft deep into
my mouth and throat.
Expecting him to cum instantly (which had been my experience with every
other boy till now), I was letting myself really go. Between the aroma
of my diapers, the smell of his cock and the wet cloth rubbing me as I
gyrated, I exploded, feeling my excessive as orgasmic juices flow freely
from me as my pee had been earlier. Ever so close himself, Brian
withdrew and swiftly slipped me back on to the seat and unpinned my
diapers.
As I lay in my moistness, he plunged into me, bringing me right back to
outer space. He moved back and forth, slowly at first, allowing me to
feel him deep inside me while the base of his shaft coddled my clitoris
again and again. My head spun in six different directions as dove into
me, faster and faster. Finally, grabbing his firm little buttocks and
slamming him into me, we both came in a sweaty rush of mind numbing
orgasm.
We lay together in seething exhaustion for what seemed like an hour. I
was actually falling in and out of consciousness when without a thought
I started to wet. He was still deep inside me, semi flaccid when the
potty ran over his balls and penis and rushed between my legs and ass
and gathered beneath me. Like a magic spell, the warm potty brought
Brian back to instant erection, filling me again.
And, as we lay together, my wetness spilling over both of us, we made
love again, cumming in glorious unison after at least another 15 minutes
of furious pumping. By the time we stopped, the whole car smelled of
potty and sex and I had left a huge wet stain on Brian's back seat. He
gave up his tee-shirt to wipe up the mess in the car. Of course, I
didn't have any dry diapers with me but Brian just repinned my wet ones
and slipped my plastic panties back over them so I wouldn't soak the
front seat on the ride home.
The 20 minute ride back to the sorority house was a quiet one. Although
I had a million things to say to him, I couldn't quite get anything out.
I was physically exhausted and very nearly unconscious, as if I had
taken drugs. Back at the house, we spent a long good-bye, necking almost
to the point I was ready to do him again. I hardly noticed as I stepped
out of the car the slight pressure and stuffiness in my tummy.
Not more than five steps towards the door, my ass opened like a trap
door and two huge wet poops filled my already soggy didy. What a night.
I knew when the Nanny discovered my poopy diapers, I'd be in a lot of
trouble!
Sure enough, I was spanked for pooping my pants, bathed, pinned into a
heavy night diaper and put to bed. Drifting off to sleep, I again felt
the warm rush of potty filing my diaper.
I have turned into a chronic bedwetter and even wet my pants during the
day in class. Often forgetting I'm not in diapers has caused me some
very embarrassing moments, which always leads to some very interesting
and provocative discipline. In fact, I prefer wearing diapers to
panties. But I guess that's life as a Delta Baby.